Warren Augustus de Guzman
A Botched Evening Date - Poem by Warren Augustus de Guzman
What do I do for a living?
Talk, talk, talk and talk
Actually, I write more often than I talk
If you haven’t noticed
I’m kind of the shy type.
Now with that out of the way would you please refrain from asking me questions?
I’m pondering what to write about this little Endeavour of ours tonight.
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